3am thoughts & threads
“…We may be Indian, but by God we ain't dirty!” (Pember 16) The author, Mary Annette Pember, is quoting her mother, a survivor of St. Mary's Indian Boarding School (Odanah), located on the Bad River Reservation and run by the Franciscan Sisters of Perpetual Adoration. She is referencing her mother's obsessive compulsion to clean and... Continue Reading →
I never got what I asked for. When I visited that fake fat guy in the red suit at the downtown Herpolsheimer’s, he didn’t even recognize my brother and me from our visit last year. We took a photo of us sitting on his lap anyway.
I still have WTF moments, though now I see myself as a person who feels things deeply, including compassion, empathy, and passion.
I was sweating, my heart was racing, and I could barely breathe. I hurried to the girls’ bathroom and ended up staying there for that whole period. Each time we were supposed to write and then perform another speech, it became easier to skip class.
Is it possible that some hauntings may be time slips instead of true hauntings, happening simultaneously at the current time and period of origin? It is an interesting concept that I consider possible, based on two personal experiences I will share here. The first was over a winter holiday that extended over a 10-day period... Continue Reading →
